They barely made it past the entrance before their lips found each other again, heat and impatience tangled between them.
Shan Wolf didn't bother with restraint—he lifted Ingrid effortlessly, her arms looping around his neck as he carried her down the hall and into his bedroom.
His grip was firm and familiar, grounding, as if he already knew exactly where this night was heading.
"Mmm… king size, huh?" Ingrid teased, her voice light but her eyes burning with intent as she glanced around the room.
"I've got my priorities, woman," Shan replied, a hint of smug confidence curling at the edge of his tone.
He laid her down gently on the bed, her head sinking into the pillow as she arched instinctively toward him. For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other, the air heavy with anticipation.
Ingrid watched as Shan shrugged off his blazer, then his white shirt, movements slow and deliberate, as if he wanted her to take in every second.
Only the black tank top remained, clinging to him as he moved closer. Ingrid's gaze never left him, her breathing uneven, her thoughts scattered by the way he looked at her—as if she was the only thing that mattered in the room.
"Shan Wolf…" she murmured, her voice soft but pleading. "Do something for me."
He paused, eyes darkening as he leaned in, close enough for her to feel his warmth without touching.
"What is it, Ms. Mikage?" he asked quietly, his tone calm, controlled, though the hunger in his eyes betrayed him.
Ingrid wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, refusing to let that distance remain.
With slow, unhurried movements, she undid the delicate ties of her lingerie, her gaze never leaving his. She licked her lips, not out of nerves, but intent.
"Make me feel better than last time," she whispered.
The room seemed to fall silent after that, the weight of her words settling between them—an unspoken challenge, a promise, and something deeper neither of them bothered to deny.
At the Seoul Police Station, the air inside the holding area was heavy and stale. Bae Sik Gong sat alone in the cell, shoulders slumped, his earlier anger completely drained from him.
The incident at the Harlon Hotel had left more than bruises—it had hollowed him out.
Chai Yoo Fon, his classmate and closest friend, stood outside the bars.
Thanks to her efforts, he was being released the victims had chosen not to press charges, unwilling to drag the matter any further. Still, that fact brought him no relief.
"I failed her… I couldn't protect Kim Yeon…" Gong muttered, his voice barely audible, cracking under the weight of guilt. "I'm sorry, Ms. Mikage…"
His words echoed uselessly against the cold walls. He didn't look up. He didn't need to. The shame was already crushing enough.
Chai Yoo Fon watched him in silence for a moment, her expression tightening. Then she reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to his feet with more force than necessary.
"Enough," she snapped, though her voice trembled beneath the sharpness. "You falling apart won't help anyone."
She dragged him out of the station, scolding him the entire way—about his recklessness, his stubborn sense of responsibility, and how he always carried the world on his shoulders without asking for help.
Yet beneath the harsh words was concern she didn't bother to hide.
"Come back to my place," she added more softly. "I'll make something proper. You need to eat."
From across the street, hidden where the streetlights didn't quite reach, Gong Jun San watched them leave.
His face remained unreadable as he observed the broken man leaning heavily on Chai Yoo Fon, shadows swallowing him whole as they disappeared into the night.
At the same time, back at Won Group, the Vice President's office was thick with cigarette smoke.
Gin Chu Won leaned back in his chair, taking a slow drag, the sharp scent lingering in the air.
His neck was wrapped in heavy bandages, supporting what remained of his pride after being broken. He exhaled lazily, eyes half-lidded.
"That Shan Wolf messed with someone he shouldn't have," he said, smoke curling from his lips. He took another drag. "He probably wouldn't have done it if he knew who I was."
Jen Heo Won sat across from him, unimpressed. She waved the smoke away from her face, irritation flashing in her eyes.
"You know nothing about that Wolf," she replied coolly. "He would've done it even if you were the CEO."
Her words triggered an unwanted memory—one she quickly buried. She remembered witnessing Shan Wolf back then, raw and unapologetic, indulging himself without restraint on the two prostitutes, right in front of her.
The image lingered longer than she liked to admit, that the two prostitutes begged for Shan Wolf more of his performance.
Gin Chu Won smirked. "Oi, cuz. Since when were you interested in your employee?" he teased. "Is he your type?"
Jen Heo Won choked on her drink, nearly spilling it as she coughed. "What—?!" she snapped, flustered.
She quickly regained her composure, setting the glass down harder than necessary. "Don't be stupid."
She shook it off and steered the conversation back on track.
"Anyway, you really made a mess this time. You know that, right?"
Gin Chu Won stubbed his cigarette out against the glass plate with unnecessary force.
"So what do you suggest?" he asked flatly.
"Leave Shan Wolf alone," she said without hesitation. "And stay quiet for a while. Got it?"
He stood up, already tired of the lecture. "Yeah, yeah. Just stop fucking nagging, damn it. See ya."
As his hand wrapped around the doorknob, Jen Heo Won spoke again—this time, her voice low and serious.
"I mean it, asshole. I've got a hunch Shan Wolf is connected to Father somehow. For now, lay low until everything's settled."
Gin Chu Won paused, then clicked his tongue. "Fine." He glanced back at her. "Oh yeah—did you move that woman yet? To be one of Uncle Eh San Won's pets?"
"No. Not yet," she replied evenly, her expression unreadable. "First, I need to get Father interested in her."
A crooked grin spread across his face. "Well, you're the expert. I'll leave it to you, cuz."
With that, Gin Chu Won left the room, the door closing softly behind him, leaving Jen Heo Won alone with her thoughts—and the quiet unease she couldn't quite shake.
As Gin Chu Won stepped out of the office, the door closing behind him with a muted click, his expression shifted.
The irritation he'd worn inside faded, replaced by something colder, more deliberate.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, slowing his steps as he walked down the quiet corridor.
The polished floors reflected the overhead lights, but his gaze stayed fixed on the screen.
"Sorry that I lied, my little cuz," he murmured under his breath, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "But I can't just do what you tell me to."
His thumb tapped the screen, dialing a familiar number.
The call connected almost instantly.
"Oi, it's me," he said casually, as if ordering a drink. "Gather some big guys. I need to teach a rude peasant some fucking manners."
There was no hesitation on the other end.
"Yes, sir. Right away."
Gin Chu Won ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket, continuing down the hall as though nothing had happened.
Yet beneath his calm stride was a clear intent—one that didn't care for warnings, hunches, or patience.
Some lessons, he believed, were best delivered the hard way.
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Chapter 66 — End.